Dijun, your bride ran away again

Chapter 1135 Last Words
Ye Mingjue had no other discomfort except dizziness and weakness all over his body. He got up and said, "I can hold on, time is running out, let's hurry up and set off."

Seeing that he insisted, Yan Feitong didn't try to persuade him any more, just nodded and said: "Okay."

When the two of them went out, they saw Feng Qingluo standing outside the door, her complexion was not very good because of the loss of blood, and there was still a white gauze wrapped around her wrist.

Yan Feitong looked at her and asked, "Miss Feng, why don't you take a good rest, what are you doing here?"

Feng Qingluo frowned and said: "I'm worried about Aning, are you going to find her?"

Ye Mingjue glanced at Feng Qingluo and said: "Don't worry, we will definitely bring Xiao Ning'er back safely, you should rest well, and when Zongli comes back, you will give him this letter."

He handed the letter he wrote last night to Feng Qingluo, and then left the capital with Yan Feitong.

Feng Qingluo pinched the letter, feeling a little heavy.

She heard the conversation between Yan Feitong and Ye Mingjue just now, Chi Cang's plan has been blocked by them, if he wants to attack Aning, he must rely on Xue Wujiu's body.

And she is the only one who can control Xue Wujiu and prevent him from being bewitched by Chi Cang.

Therefore, she had to find Xue Wujiu.

Feng Qingluo took a deep breath, already thinking about it.

After noon, Yan Zongli rushed back from the court, and Feng Qingluo told him the news that Ye Mingjue and Yan Feitong had left Beijing, and handed Ye Mingjue's letter to him.

Yan Zongli took it and unfolded it. After reading the contents, his expression changed and he scolded: "What is he writing? This is clearly..."

The letter Ye Mingjue left him was basically his last words, and he was furious when he saw it, wishing he could catch up and beat Ye Mingjue up.

What's the point of leaving such a letter?

Feng Qingluo also knew that Ye Ming's letter must be about the funeral, she sighed softly, held his hand and said: "He is also taking precautions before they happen, so don't be angry."

Yan Zongli's face softened a little after hearing his words, he put the letter away, looked at Feng Qingluo's pale face, and said distressedly: "Your face is so ugly, I'll send you back to rest."

Feng Qingluo nodded, obediently agreeing to him.

Yan Zongli sent Feng Qingluo back to the room, and then sent someone to prepare a blood-enriching medicinal meal, and he had lunch with Feng Qingluo.

This was the first time the two of them sat together after their reunion. Too many things had happened recently, and they didn't even have a chance to talk properly.

Yan Zongli put a chopstick of spinach in her bowl and asked, "When did your memory recover?"

Feng Qingluo stared at the spinach in the bowl with a look of bitterness and hatred on her face. She didn't like spinach at all, so she resisted with wide eyes.

Yan Zongli ignored her protest: "Don't be picky eaters, eat them all!"

Feng Qingluo snorted softly, picked up the spinach and stuffed it in his mouth: "The day after you saved me on the street, I remembered everything."

After a pause, she curled her lips: "I said you didn't come to see me, you big liar."

Yan Zongli looked at her with tenderness in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "It's not that I don't want to go, but I dare not go. Sometimes I hate my incompetence very much. Instead of protecting you, I put you in trouble." In, let you get hurt."

Listening to his words, Feng Qingluo put down his chopsticks, held his handsome face and said, "I should blame myself. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be seriously injured and almost died."

(End of this chapter)